Story of my Life (Hetalia One Shots)

Epilogue: Nineteen years later

So this is the real last part of this story. It's bittersweet finishing it. This is like my baby, and has been one of my favourite stories to write. I hope you all enjoyed Story of my Life as much as I did. Also, feel free to check out my other stories, fanfiction or otherwise. Seriously. Please check out my other stuff. I would appreciate it greatly.

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So don't kill me for the feelsy way that I ended this. I had to rip your guys' hearts out somehow. I hope that you all liked this story, despite the sappy ending. Feel free to give me feedback! 

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Arthur wandered across the vast lawn, a fresh bouquet of red roses in his hand. This was the second time this month that he’d come here, more than usual. But it was coming up on that time of year and he really needed solace.

He knew when he passed the large oak tree that he was getting close. He thought back to that last night, the ending of the last good day.

 

The cancer had really started to take it’s toll. She had been diagnosed only a few months before, and it was obvious that Elizabeth would not last the 3-5 years given to her by the doctor.

Arthur walked into the room, carrying a tray of Elizabeth’s favourite tea, hoping it would cheer her up. Not much made her truly smile anymore, the pain was too much. Daniel tried several times to leave university to help her, but she refused to allow him to postpone his education for her.

Elizabeth sat up in her bed and smiled at Arthur, the closest she had gotten to her real smile in weeks. Her glow was gone. Her skin was dry and brittle, her cheek bones jutted out angrily from her face. What was left of her hair hung down in limps strands, held out of the way by the bandana she kept wrapped around her head.

Arthur set down the tea tray next to her bed, helping her as she shakily tried to pick up a cup of tea.

"How is it?" He asked nervously.

"Warm, sweet, how I like it," Elizabeth replied with a soft smile.

"You know that's not what I meant," Arthur smirked, sitting down in his chair by her bedside.

She sighed, lowering the tea cup. "Better. The pain has subsided a little. Breathing was easier. It seems silly, but I think things are starting to look up." She glanced over at Arthur, who was staring at her. "What?"

He shook his head. "Just thinking about the day we first met."

"A chance meeting." Elizabeth smiled. "You had your nose buried in a book."

"How else could I have not noticed someone as beautiful as you until I walked right into you!"

Elizabeth's smile fell. "Was. As beautiful as I was."

Arthur took her hand, which was all skin and bones, and held it close to his lips. "I love thee with a love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."

Elizabeth chuckled slightly. "Thank you, Shakespeare."

Arthur smiled before kissing her hand. "Glad to know you still get the reference."